Tag: Air Forces


Smino – R&G Lyrics


[Intro]
Scorchin’
Round it up
Oh, oh, oh

[Verse 1]
Hop off the phone, call his
I know it’s so important
I’m focused on fortunes
Yeah, yeah, I’m scorchin’
Sure we are, Shoreditch
I rock Air Forces don’t force shit
[?]
Long hair, uh-huh
Blow her, uh-huh
Juices in Paris ain’t no purr (Uh oh)
Ice cream, I’ll sneeze
Look like [?] (Come ‘ere)
Get it big, get the facial, oh
Never let the bullshit faze ya, look
You’re too big, you’re too big, too big, big

[Pre-Chorus]
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me

[Chorus]
Raised in gravy
That you can’t eat
Shit was crazy
Mama baby
Only son in her Earth she had to blame me
Any time some shit redundant weren’t no strain on me

[Verse 2]
Ain’t much changed lil’ [?] niggas
Still sit here smokin’ on boogers (Boogers)
Still look out for my sisters (Sisters)
They don’t wanna put me on game, no rookie
Never let a lil’ hoe spin your way, spin yo’ cash
Life a movie nigga blick yo’ cash
Quentin Tarasmino
Blackjack, no casino (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
North County, yeah, that’s where my blood, my family at
I spill it out for the family, yeah I know (I spill it out, oh)
Done, done it all, all summer long
These kids poppin’ they sing along
I know [?]
Smart guy, I needed more like Marcus
Remarkable how big my market is
Get it so it stand still
Time never stood still, stand
Dirty laundry (Lemme hear that)

[Pre-Chorus]
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me
Just remain me

[Chorus]
Raised in gravy
That you can’t eat
Shit was crazy
Mama baby
Only son in her Earth she had to blame me
Any time some shit redundant


Iamsu! – Dogs letras

October 3, 2016

Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Suzy gon’ run up them commas
My new chick’s [?] Madonna
They ain’t let you in the club
They shut the club down, so fuck em
Suzy be sliding through customs
Suzy been killing production
Baddest lil bitch that you cuffing
Cut that lil bitch off, she nothing
Suzy the man with the plan
Suzy got bitches in France
Suzy might run the same outfit back
Might do it again
Suzy get paid to party
Suzy gon’ smell like a Marley
Suzy spent thousand on Carty’s
Suzy be up with no coffee
I own a couple of businesses
I lost a couple of friends and shit
I just pulled up to the dealership
I know my niggas gon’ feel this shit
I cannot tell you what year we in
I’m on another planet
I’m on another country
Speak to the plug in Spanish
Hola amigo, que paso?
On 23rd with the vatos
Niggas be feeling themselves, get filled with them shells
Bitch it’s like a taco
Suzy the man with the mula
Smoking the swisher with Budha
Suzy got plug on the [?]
Suzy got plug on the Puma
Suzy cold, better drop off
I’m out of gas and I’m coughin y’all
I just got off of a conference call
They want to know what the concert costs
20 racks if I’m friendly
Swaggin’ since elementary
Drippin’ sauce since the bike days
Young 6 Speed on a 10-speed
6’ 5” with a sick vibe
Never let a fuck nigga slide
When I pull up in a slick ride
I’ma let a thick girl drive
I got the flow, it’s on autopilot
I met some girls, they was all about it
Ask me if I got a plan B
Honestly I never thought about it
I’m on my way but I’m serving
Stick to the plan but it’s perfect
I don’t feel none of your energy
Really you making me nervous
Pull up in Chevy Suburban
She slid in my DM, I curved her
They all foreign bitches in stills
They feeling my swag, talking merger
I just pulled up to the fortress
I ain’t stop rocking Air Forces
I still be rocking Toyotas
I got dough to buy a few Porsches
Bossman taking orders
I remember buying ten sacks
Now a nigga facing quarters
Niggas tryna get they wind back
They done put me in the driver’s seat
I’m who these lil niggas tryna be
Look at my day, I got demons inside of me
Pray to my maker like get this shit out of me
Probably I could be one of the greatest
Did this shit without a major
I’m dripping sauce, kicking flavor
Hate it but love this shit later


Lil Wayne – Fireman Lyrics

September 30, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook]
I’m the Fireman
Fire, F-Fireman
Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire
Come and try me and
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out

[Verse 1]
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with me man, Heatman
Ski mask, spending next weeks cash, he fast
And I’m real, fuck a G pass, I’m past that
I’m passing ’em out now and you can’t have that
And my chain Toucan Sam that
Tropical colors, you can’t match that
Gotta be abstract
You catch my bitch legs open, better smash that
Don’t be surprised if she ask where the cash at
I see she wearing them jeans that show her ass crack
My hoes can’t wear that, why? – that’s where my crack at
I put my mack down, that’s where you lack at
She need her candle lit and I’ma wax that
I rekindled the flame
She remembered the name
It’s hard dick, January to December the same
Now bitch give me some brain, bitch give me some good
Hoe, I’m the fireman, you hear the fire truck
[Hook]
I’m the Fireman
Fire, F-Fireman
Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire
Come and try me and
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out

[Verse 2]
Now man, I hate a old fake ass nigga
The cold black 8 is my break pad, nigga
They look me in my face and say “Amen,” nigga
Looking like they done seen a dead man get up
The red bandizzle, representing red hot
Uptown [?]izzle, shout out to B.Gizzle
I hustle in the drizzle around my way that’s the drought
So holler at your boy without opening your mouth
Cause that’s the G-Code and that’s all that I’m about
You die if you go against it, so I’mma live it out
I ain’t got to pay for maintanence
What ain’t broke, I don’t break it
But I don’t [?], unless I make em
And yes I take it, you niggas is getting sicker
You bitches coming, I’m taking about
Please say the Baby
Ha! Hollygrove where I come from
So that explains all that [?]

[Hook]
I’m the Fireman
Fire, F-Fireman
Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire
Come and try me and
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out

[Verse 3]
It ain’t no secret, I know paper
You got stacks, I got cake – that’s dough by the layer
Shit, I seen it all through my Bottega’s
Aviator’s, so Darth Vader – shhh
Tha’s the sound of the dutchie
No flavor when it blaze up
Lil Weezy Baby so hazed up
Caged up behind a million bars of flame
Still make a million of these bars the same
Ya’ll bars to blame, why I bought the thang
Long body, motherfucker, bring that short back mayne
You case down Phantom, riding with a tandem
For now, cause after tonight, I can’t stand ’em
Your child, may sometimes think that I’m Santa
My style, the white Air Forces, red canvas
Tadow! Yeah, Develop on the beat
And me, I just come with the heat
I’m the motherfucking…

[Hook]
I’m the Fireman
Fire, F-Fireman
Fire, F-Fire, I got that fire for hire
Come and try me and
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out
You can spark it up and I’mma put you out

[Outro]
Yeah
C2, C2, C2, C2, C-
You can’t see me, but I see you
And I see you, Lord!
I-I-I-I got ’em
I-I-I-I-I got ’em
Aye, aye P, I got ’em
Aye, aye B, I got ’em
Aye, aye D, I got ’em
Aye, aye Boo, I got ’em
Aye, aye Spitta, I got ’em
[?] Dizzy, I got ’em